I don't have green fingers. Plants suffer when they come to live with us. This orchid was looking sad and lonely on the shelf at the supermarket over 4 weeks ago so we brought her to spellcnut towers to die with dignity. But instead she has thrived in our bathroom and blossomed into this purple regal diva. Goodness knows how I did it but I'm glad I did. She's a bolt of beauty and lifts my spirits as I lie in the bath reading the grim 'A Million Little Pieces' (which I'm actually thoroughly enjoying despite the backlash).